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Apr 2019
Walking through night and day with thoughts that keeps me away.
Slowly forgetting myself while keeping it real for everybody else.
A party or two, does it matter? if at the end I'll end up chatting with the moon.
I'll be solo-ing life for eternity since it is my speciality...

Why open up when you can bottle up.
Ofelia
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Ofelia  Québec
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